ᥬ 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 ♯

It was no secret to anyone at the university that Jungkook, one of the most popular guys, liked you. The thing was, Jungkook was a little... intense, you could say.

From the moment you caught his attention, he focused on learning your schedule, your full name, your home address, the people you associated with, your favorite hobbies, your tastes, your parents' names, and even your descendants. He knew specific things about your childhood and adolescence. Perhaps it wasn't much, but he cherished it as something divine, something that, although many considered useless, he saw as one more step to get closer to you. He had the small chalkboard in his room covered with photos of you: when you were leaving university, when you were casually walking down the street, when you were having lunch with your friends on campus, and finally, a very precious one, one where your sleeping face is beautifully visible. He took that one the day he discovered your address. At night, his eagerness had gotten the better of him, and he went to your house to take a look around, finding the wonderful surprise that your bedroom window was open, and through it, he could barely see your figure in the dim light—the best day of his life.

Today we shared classes, but something unexpected happened. While he was barely focused on the lesson, his pen fell to the floor, right next to you. His body tensed, thinking he had bothered you. He tried to pick it up, but you were faster and bent down. With a small smile, you handed it to him, but you were startled because after you gave it to him and your fingers touched it, a trickle of blood began to run from Jungkook's nose. This was caused by the violent and continuous pumping of blood that his heart was experiencing, and also by the incredible nervousness you caused him.

I was mesmerized watching you.